Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 2: New Shambhala]
01-25-2011, 02:32 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Soft rolled her eyes as she theatrically bowed and made her leave. Gods and their silly complex scale rules and limitations. He totally didn’t have to make this difficult for her. She felt it. But he just had to because otherwise it would bother him or go against his nature or whatever. Rules oughta be simple. Don’t do this unless you want your nose shoved down your throat. Don’t do that, because then you’ll find yourself choking on your own blood. Everything else you can do. Rules. And they make sense, outlining the line you never cross.
But then you make rules for yourself to abide by and they are incredibly silly and even probably would hinder yourself because these rules are just stupid and even works against good intentions and gods were just stupid.
Soft looked up for a moment and sighed. It would be nice if she could just fly over these things whenever she needed to, but looks like Scales thought of that too. In any case, she doesn’t need to just yet, does she? Let’s just see who happens to be in this smaller section, hmm? She intended to at least finish one story today. Whatever loose thread she came across first, that would be the one she would work on.
Hopefully, the narrative would work in her favor again and actually help her find someone. Or at least the things that held this city aloft.
She landed on a rather tall building and peered down at the crazy going-ons of the little ants below. Somehow, things seemed to be calming down. Or perhaps everybody killed each other. Or maybe everybody was just hiding.
According to a sign that she managed to read after turning her head in an awkward position, it was a hotel. Tyrant-man was in a hotel, wasn’t he? Maybe he was in this one. That would be nice. In fact, what was he doing now?
…troubled by what he had seen, Reinhardt decided to check upon his ‘partner.’ Things seemed to be getting a little bit too crazy out there and he felt the need to both check to be sure she was alright and double-check when, exactly, he was supposed to go out once more. Little did he know, that his call would be interrupted...
Woah woah, hey. Third person omniscient. That didn’t happen every day. She didn’t even know she had access to future events. Potentially, at least. But at least she could now infer that, very soon, she would come across the little, misguided tyrant. Perhaps even in a few seconds.
Alright, enough with wimpy, lightweight sickles. Soft took only a little while to take out a rather hefty and rather large hammer out and smashed through the roof beneath her. The room below didn’t really seem to have anybody in it, so she started to just demolish the whole floor before finally coming upon the only room that seemed to be occupied on this floor.
Vandrel wasn’t exactly deaf and a giant hammer smashing open walls as easily as a kid knocks down sand castles wasn’t exactly the quietest thing in the world. Soft burst into the room. Her book announced her arrival in Vandrel’s room with a lot of pomp and circumstance. She cried out, “Ha!” And then Vandrel attacked.
He couldn’t say that he was quite used to this sort of weaponry. The most advanced it got back in his world was siege weaponry and catapults, really. (Because only man-made advancements counted. Whatever ‘advancements’ other races made didn’t concern him.) Just learning about them didn’t exactly prepare him for using them and he had never gotten a chance to practice.
The gun sent Soft flying back through the holes she had just made (and some walls she somehow ended up missing) but it also almost got him falling onto the floor. So this was the power of magnetism…at least the repelling side of it.
He took out another one of his new weapons, something he felt a little more comfortable with (though he certainly still didn’t quite understand it). With a push of a button, a cylindrical chunk of metal turned into a sword. Not exactly a sword as he knew it, with beaming lights and the emitting heat dealie, but a sword nevertheless.
He proceeded cautiously through the hole in the wall, looking for the crumpled figure of a little girl somewhere amongst the rubble.
The problem was…he couldn’t just kill her. He was going to conquer this city, after all, and he couldn’t do that if the round ended. But just leaving her alone wasn’t a good idea. At all. He didn’t know Soft too well, but she didn’t strike him as the type to just not follow tenaciously if a fight escaped her. So he would have to figure something out. If he could.
Some rubble shifted in front of him and Soft burst up, pointing an accusing finger. She hesitated a little, seeing someone a little different than she expected, but then pointed dramatically again. “Ha, your disguise doesn’t fool me, you little bigooot! Recognize meee?”
Reinhardt blinked. Was she supposed to be in disguise? She didn’t exactly go to the lengths that he did, now did she.
She hefted up the hammer again and swung it down. The heavy weapon wasn’t exactly very fast, which gave Vandrel quite a bit of time to just slice the head in half as it came down.
“Hey!” she cried out, halfway between pouting and spitting with rage. “That was just cruel!”
“Look,” Reinhardt said, gritting his teeth, still holding up the futuristic sword-thing defensively. “We don’t have to fight.” Though it would be really nice if you would go off and die. Preferably last round.
Soft laughed derisively. “Booooy, villains always need to fight the heroes in a dramatic fight! And then the hero comes out on top in the end!”
“So what, you’re supposed to be the hero?” he shot back sarcastically.
“Oh, no, no…we’re getting there…”
Another ridiculously large weapon juxtaposing against the small frame of the girl that wielded it. The wide swing of the Zweihander was easy to dodge and then he just used the strange gun again. This time, she flew right out of the building. He followed her and peered out the hole. As expected, she wasn’t dead. And it might have been a bad move on his part. He realized this when Soft grabbed ahold of his jacket and tossed him over her shoulder before letting go of the edge to fall after him, swinging the sword wildly in attempts to cut him into ribbons. First, he shot the gun at her again so that she suddenly went flying upwards. This had the unfortunate effect of making him fall faster. Turning over, he then aimed the gun at the ground below and pulled the trigger.
Amazingly enough, this worked, and it slowed his descent enough to not wound him drastically upon impact with the ground. He glanced up. Soft was still busy falling. And he had yet to think of a way to deal with her.
A metal claw embedded itself into the ground beside him, connected to a chain. He barely had any time to jump out of the way before Soft came down, colliding with the ground with the speed of a very fast thing. She stood up while the dust was still clearing and put away the hookshot. (A must for every adventurer.) And she walked slowly towards Reinhardt, now dual-wielding what appeared to be two very nicely carved wooden swords.
It occurred to her at some point that it would probably be very hard to lead Vandrel to Cole when she had no idea where he was, especially with the barriers in the way now. Stupid stupid stupid.
Soft rolled her eyes as she theatrically bowed and made her leave. Gods and their silly complex scale rules and limitations. He totally didn’t have to make this difficult for her. She felt it. But he just had to because otherwise it would bother him or go against his nature or whatever. Rules oughta be simple. Don’t do this unless you want your nose shoved down your throat. Don’t do that, because then you’ll find yourself choking on your own blood. Everything else you can do. Rules. And they make sense, outlining the line you never cross.
But then you make rules for yourself to abide by and they are incredibly silly and even probably would hinder yourself because these rules are just stupid and even works against good intentions and gods were just stupid.
Soft looked up for a moment and sighed. It would be nice if she could just fly over these things whenever she needed to, but looks like Scales thought of that too. In any case, she doesn’t need to just yet, does she? Let’s just see who happens to be in this smaller section, hmm? She intended to at least finish one story today. Whatever loose thread she came across first, that would be the one she would work on.
Hopefully, the narrative would work in her favor again and actually help her find someone. Or at least the things that held this city aloft.
She landed on a rather tall building and peered down at the crazy going-ons of the little ants below. Somehow, things seemed to be calming down. Or perhaps everybody killed each other. Or maybe everybody was just hiding.
According to a sign that she managed to read after turning her head in an awkward position, it was a hotel. Tyrant-man was in a hotel, wasn’t he? Maybe he was in this one. That would be nice. In fact, what was he doing now?
…troubled by what he had seen, Reinhardt decided to check upon his ‘partner.’ Things seemed to be getting a little bit too crazy out there and he felt the need to both check to be sure she was alright and double-check when, exactly, he was supposed to go out once more. Little did he know, that his call would be interrupted...
Woah woah, hey. Third person omniscient. That didn’t happen every day. She didn’t even know she had access to future events. Potentially, at least. But at least she could now infer that, very soon, she would come across the little, misguided tyrant. Perhaps even in a few seconds.
Alright, enough with wimpy, lightweight sickles. Soft took only a little while to take out a rather hefty and rather large hammer out and smashed through the roof beneath her. The room below didn’t really seem to have anybody in it, so she started to just demolish the whole floor before finally coming upon the only room that seemed to be occupied on this floor.
Vandrel wasn’t exactly deaf and a giant hammer smashing open walls as easily as a kid knocks down sand castles wasn’t exactly the quietest thing in the world. Soft burst into the room. Her book announced her arrival in Vandrel’s room with a lot of pomp and circumstance. She cried out, “Ha!” And then Vandrel attacked.
He couldn’t say that he was quite used to this sort of weaponry. The most advanced it got back in his world was siege weaponry and catapults, really. (Because only man-made advancements counted. Whatever ‘advancements’ other races made didn’t concern him.) Just learning about them didn’t exactly prepare him for using them and he had never gotten a chance to practice.
The gun sent Soft flying back through the holes she had just made (and some walls she somehow ended up missing) but it also almost got him falling onto the floor. So this was the power of magnetism…at least the repelling side of it.
He took out another one of his new weapons, something he felt a little more comfortable with (though he certainly still didn’t quite understand it). With a push of a button, a cylindrical chunk of metal turned into a sword. Not exactly a sword as he knew it, with beaming lights and the emitting heat dealie, but a sword nevertheless.
He proceeded cautiously through the hole in the wall, looking for the crumpled figure of a little girl somewhere amongst the rubble.
The problem was…he couldn’t just kill her. He was going to conquer this city, after all, and he couldn’t do that if the round ended. But just leaving her alone wasn’t a good idea. At all. He didn’t know Soft too well, but she didn’t strike him as the type to just not follow tenaciously if a fight escaped her. So he would have to figure something out. If he could.
Some rubble shifted in front of him and Soft burst up, pointing an accusing finger. She hesitated a little, seeing someone a little different than she expected, but then pointed dramatically again. “Ha, your disguise doesn’t fool me, you little bigooot! Recognize meee?”
Reinhardt blinked. Was she supposed to be in disguise? She didn’t exactly go to the lengths that he did, now did she.
She hefted up the hammer again and swung it down. The heavy weapon wasn’t exactly very fast, which gave Vandrel quite a bit of time to just slice the head in half as it came down.
“Hey!” she cried out, halfway between pouting and spitting with rage. “That was just cruel!”
“Look,” Reinhardt said, gritting his teeth, still holding up the futuristic sword-thing defensively. “We don’t have to fight.” Though it would be really nice if you would go off and die. Preferably last round.
Soft laughed derisively. “Booooy, villains always need to fight the heroes in a dramatic fight! And then the hero comes out on top in the end!”
“So what, you’re supposed to be the hero?” he shot back sarcastically.
“Oh, no, no…we’re getting there…”
Another ridiculously large weapon juxtaposing against the small frame of the girl that wielded it. The wide swing of the Zweihander was easy to dodge and then he just used the strange gun again. This time, she flew right out of the building. He followed her and peered out the hole. As expected, she wasn’t dead. And it might have been a bad move on his part. He realized this when Soft grabbed ahold of his jacket and tossed him over her shoulder before letting go of the edge to fall after him, swinging the sword wildly in attempts to cut him into ribbons. First, he shot the gun at her again so that she suddenly went flying upwards. This had the unfortunate effect of making him fall faster. Turning over, he then aimed the gun at the ground below and pulled the trigger.
Amazingly enough, this worked, and it slowed his descent enough to not wound him drastically upon impact with the ground. He glanced up. Soft was still busy falling. And he had yet to think of a way to deal with her.
A metal claw embedded itself into the ground beside him, connected to a chain. He barely had any time to jump out of the way before Soft came down, colliding with the ground with the speed of a very fast thing. She stood up while the dust was still clearing and put away the hookshot. (A must for every adventurer.) And she walked slowly towards Reinhardt, now dual-wielding what appeared to be two very nicely carved wooden swords.
It occurred to her at some point that it would probably be very hard to lead Vandrel to Cole when she had no idea where he was, especially with the barriers in the way now. Stupid stupid stupid.